“Or Slingshot Van Treece,” he said grimly.
“I hit two of them,” said Henry.
“Knowing how well you shoot,” said Judge, “I believe in miracles.”
“I suppose the meeting is on now,” remarked Henry. “Mr. Akers is on his feet, extolling the virtues of Peter Gonyer. By the way, I wonder what became of James Wadsworth Longfellow Pelly?”
“And Professor Fossil,” added Judge.
Henry was staring into space, and now he gasped, “I have it!”
“You—uh—have what?” whispered Judge.
“Palaeozoic and Mesozoic,” whispered Henry. “There are no fossils in the Mesozoic.”
Judge shook his head. “Probably just a slight recurrence of shock,” he said quietly. “You should have stayed in bed.”
“He said he would have to determine, Judge. Ridiculous!”